Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Charles often saw scenes in movies where the protagonist would stand in front of a mirror, a toad figurine, or a strange statue of the God of Wealth, and earnestly ask, "How can I become rich?"

At this point, a voice will usually announce, "At 6:00 AM three days from now, an armored truck carrying 30 million yuan in cash will pass through the intersection of Xizhi Road. You need to organize four people to make arrangements in advance. As long as you complete the operation within ten minutes and then run away frantically without stopping, you will eventually become rich. Before that, you need to work hard delivering food for more than two years, and you also need to save money by eating meager meals to obtain the funds needed for the operation. You also need to go to the outskirts of Dongcheng to buy homemade shotguns and explosives."

If the protagonist hesitated for a moment and asked again, "I don't want to do anything illegal. Do you have any other suggestions?"

The voice would definitely offer another solution: "You need to train every day to maintain your figure and physical fitness, and then apply for a job as a waitress at Yelang KTV six months later. A rich woman named Zhang Shuijuan will fall in love with you. She just divorced her husband and received 300 million yuan in assets, but she likes to play with steel wool. You need to familiarize yourself with the operation six months in advance."

Whenever Ciel sees this kind of plot, he would curl his lip and complain, "How can there be such a bizarre setting? And how can there be an item that can grant wishes?"

However, he suddenly realized that the Naga's Water Script seemed to be a kind of thing that could grant wishes.

According to Pazzani, before the trial, after the elders prayed, he set the goal of "I want to complete the adult trial." After that, the water-language ink on the animal skin began to change constantly, guiding the Naga prince step by step.

So if we change the goal we set to "How can I enslave a succubus with a large breast, a slender waist, and long legs?", then I believe the ink will provide hints for the next step.

However, according to Pazzani's previous statement, Water Ink will only provide answers, regardless of your strength. For example, it said, "You need to summon through the mirror." Then imprison its clones, and using the clones' location, use powerful magic to tear open a dimensional rift, go to the Eternal Dark Dimension, use supreme power to defeat the demon lords, kick them off their thrones, and sit on them. Then you can enslave the succubus.

"Fortunately, if there's enough of this ink, we can solve this problem," Charles said, stroking his chin and staring intently at the Naga prince in front of him. "We just need to find another animal hide, write down the previous clues, and then have Shuiyu Mo continue to ask. By repeating this process, and eventually accumulating thousands upon thousands of animal hides, we'll eventually get a safe first step, such as 'You can go to a certain street and spend ten gold coins to buy a Demon-Slaying Potion.'"

Conversely, if Shui Yumo were sufficient, perhaps some seemingly unattainable wishes could indeed be realized.

"Your Highness," Charles said with a smile, "would you like some tea? I have some golden camellia tea, a special selection from the royal family of Fran."

Pazzani looked at the goblin in front of him. The dorsal fin on the goblin's back suddenly stood up. He felt that there was something hidden in the other's smile, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Ah no, I don't like drinking tea."

He took the wooden barrel off his back, then raised his hand and sealed one of the openings. A stream of brown water swirled out and landed in the cup in front of him. "I prefer the algae wine brewed by our Naga people."

Charles looked at the strangely shaped wooden barrel in front of him. It had been specially recessed to accommodate the structure of the Naga's dorsal fins, and the brown liquor in front of him had an indescribable smell.

"Would you like to try some?" Pazzani glanced at the goblin leader in front of him. "To be honest, your lunch was delicious. The way you prepared the smoked fish was the first time I'd ever tried it, and the fried meat patty was also very fragrant. The meat patty sandwiched between two pieces of strange grain made the taste even more unique. However, the water you drank was rather ordinary; it was just a little sweet."

"Oh," Charles nodded, "that thing is called the Mimicry Fried Meat Patty, and that strange grain is actually the fruit of the Tree People."

Pazzani's lips twitched several times upon hearing what the other person said.

"Give me a drink," Charles said, handing over the glass as soon as he saw the other person's expression. "By the way, I wanted to ask, are you Nagas considering selling that Water Ink?"

With a series of slurping sounds, the glass in front of Charles was soon filled with algae wine. He picked up the glass, brought it close to his nose, and smelled it. "It smells like ordinary wine. There shouldn't be any problem."

Meanwhile, Pazzani across from him had already started drinking heavily.

"Hiccup," he let out a comfortable burp, then said, "Shui Yumo, we won't sell it, because even our Naga clan doesn't have enough for ourselves. That stuff is very hard to get. The little bit we have left is what we had after we fled."

Xia Er took a small sip of the wine, then slowly smacked his lips. The wine tasted rather bland and a little sour. He didn't know if it was because the Naga people's brewing techniques were mediocre or because their ingredients were of average quality. Overall, it was just so-so.

He jumped off the chair, walked to the low cabinet next to him, and took out a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses. These were the wine Mary had served to Count Herbert the vampire last time. They hadn't finished them then and had kept them until now.

"Is that so? Is Water Ink so scarce? What ingredients does it need?" Charles walked to the table, set out the glasses, and poured red wine for both of them. The red wine emitted a rich aroma, even more potent than the Naga Prince's brown algae wine. .

Pazzani glanced at the wine glass in front of him, then reached out and picked it up. He merely sniffed it before nodding: "It's human-made wine, mixed with other fruits."

He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the liquid move back and forth. "The ingredients are very complicated. You know, Water Ink is a very ancient item of our Naga people. Its history is thousands of years old, and its materials all come from the depths of the ocean."

Charles watched as the other person took a sip of red wine, then nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with the unknown beverage. "The depths of the ocean? But you said you lived at Lake Dallen."

Pazzani held his goblet, his gaze fixed on the red liquid inside. "We Naga people used to live in the ocean, but over the past few thousand years, we have been driven from our homes and forced into exile and migration. In the end, we could only hide in Lake Darun."

"And my father also died of illness at Lake Dallen." He gulped down his drink in one go.

"What kind of illness is it?" Charles asked, glancing at the other person.

"Desalination syndrome".